Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Africa and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Franke to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Don Cherry,
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Popol Vuh,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
EPMD,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Near,
Von Mondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lyres,
Moebius,
Roger Hodgson,
Skriet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reagan Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terrestrial Tones,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Morten Harket,
Roxette,
Kayak,
Sällskapet,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marine Girls,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
Fela Kuti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Massinfluence,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.